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As D'Aleen shoots toward the magical barrier, Gell jumps to the side, instinctively recalling several orcen arrows that had been returned to their sender by similar magic. Instead of an arrow however, a dark cloud rushes back at the party of adventurers instead. Gell howls as his head is enveloped by a dark cloud of bats, and he swats furiously at them in an animalistic panic. He flails his arms furiously as he stumbles across the room, only able to hit a few with his limited batting range. He feels his hands touch something large and flat, and Gell yanks the lid off of one of the coffins and promptly flattens the flying scourge with it, realizing only afterwards what he holds in his hand. Gell looks sincerely apologetic as he glances toward the others, then snarls and grasps his axe as he turns to see what he may have released.
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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."
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